Breathe Lyrics - Tech N9ne

Never duck another mother fucker repeat it 

Never duck another mother fucker 

Nigga better delete it 

put the cerebellum in killa mode 

For real a foe can never get 

with what a gorilla know 

Killa syllable fillin' 

yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid 

Of yo pain hearing your pitiful game, 

this is political pain 

Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain 

with a unforgettable aim 

Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust 

Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us 

Buck instead I'm lookin for a cock to fuck 

Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika 

You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up 

get your ride on nigga is you rock or what? 

Lots of luck, 

you're really gonna need it hella heated 

Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up 

I don't wanna be the one 

to get a milla meter in the gut 

I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli 

cut up In the middle I'm a little sick 

And different And I meant it 

when I said it you remember that? 

(Hell mother fuckin' yeah) 

you don't wanna get in trouble 

With a nigga like the Teccanina 

if your lookin' like a enemy bust 

We don't ever stop and take a minute 

we just 

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Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? 

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They come bets to fight every fuckin'one 

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Say some punks around and some buckin' guns 

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Spray guns might result in you bussin' some 

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Never let a hatin' mother fucker 

see ya sweat 

Bleed the chest no need regret 

A fun day caper a Sunday paper 

So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it 

Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate 

The loop of love 

a nigga made if you steppin to me 

You will never benefit 

Nigga if I start it Imma finish it 

Run up on a mother fucka 

while he fuckin' a chick 

Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick 

Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant 

You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit 

Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the bane 

You bury some its mother fuckin' shame 

we carry guns 

If you don't you're insane or very dumb 

Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred) 

cause a nigga know 

A mother fuckin' round will spit 

Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit. 

If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into 

Put us up against some mother fuckers 

and we runnin' thru it 

Fuck a nigga buck a nigga 

if he think he's a gorilla 

Meant I when I said it you remember that 

(hell mother fuckin' yeah) 

You don't wanna get in trouble 

With a nigga like the Teccanina 

if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust 

We don't ever stop and take a minute 

we jus, 

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Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? 

(BREATHE!) 

They come bets to fight every fuckin'one 

(BREATHE!) 

Say some punks around and some buckin' guns 

(BREATHE!) 

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some 

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Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun 

Now I'm on the out run 

Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done 

Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord 

Punks wanna trip but they know 

I'm too mother fuckin' hard 

Deadly ticking like a time bomb 

Fuckin' with me you think you were in Vietnam 

When I explode aint nuttin left 

but remains for those who are froze 

For fuckin' wit a nigga insane 

Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man 

is out to attack 

Sinkin' punks like quick sand 

droppin' and poppin' 

Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag 

If you wanna get fucked up 

There it is you little bitch made 

nigga start runnin' 

When I'm playin' with the trigga 

of an uzi a twelve gauge 

Really don't matter many suckas die 

When the shot gun scatter 

From block 2 block, hood 2 hood 

Street 2 street boy you can't fuck with me 

So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and talk shit 

Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit 

I don't wanna be the one 

to get a milla meter in the gut 

I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli 

cut up In the middle I'm a little sick 

And different And I meant it 

when I said it you remember that? 

(Hell mother fuckin' yeah) 

You don't wanna get in trouble 

With a nigga like the Teccanina 

if your lookin' like a enemy bust 

We don't ever stop and take a minute 

we just breathe 

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Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? 

(BREATHE!) 

They come bets to fight every fuckin'one 

(BREATHE!) 

Say some punks around and some buckin' guns 

(BREATHE!) 

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some 

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